Just as they were about to speak further, two giants walked up from behind the group. It was none other than Oimo and Kashi.
"Sogeking! Straw Hat!" The moment the two giants spotted Luffy and the others, their faces instantly lit up with massive grins.
"Kashi! Oimo!" Usopp sprinted over immediately. "It really has been a long time!"
The Straw Hat crew all smiled warmly. They hadn't expected to run into their old friends at this specific coordinate. On the other hand, Brook and Jinbe, who had joined the crew later in the timeline, were left entirely in the dark regarding this history.
"Bwahahaha! Yes, it's been far too long," Kashi roared with laughter. "This time, our vanguard must show you proper hospitality! You guys treated us to an exceptional meal last time."
"Now that your fleet has cleared our horizon, we mathematically cannot permit you to depart without a grand reception."
"These guys are our true benefactors," Kashi explained, waving a massive hand toward the surrounding giants as a bright smile painted his face. "Back when Oimo and I were being played like absolute fools by the Marines, they were the ones who unsealed the truth regarding our Captains. They completely rescued our lives."
"Since they are your friends, Kashi, then they are official guests of Elbaf—not to mention they provided vital aid to our Captains!" a long-bearded giant chief declared with immense, open heartiness.
"Correct! For guests who have traversed such an immense nautical distance, our kingdom must never look back with flawed hospitality. Oimo, Kashi, I will immediately coordinate a meeting with the Village Chief to stress-test the logistics for a massive, global-scale banquet. Let our entire warrior village celebrate this day!"
"Splendid! That plan tracks perfectly with our parameters. Let's close the distance to the Chief's quarters together. Backed by a high-volume delegation of this scale, the old man will inevitably approve the layout."
"Bwahahaha... move out!"
Kashi and Oimo traded a quick, knowing look before rotating their massive frames back toward the crew. "Come, our vanguard shall chart the vector. Let's navigate to our living quarters first."
"By the way, Straw Hat... your biological brother, Sabo of the Revolutionary Army, is actively anchoring his vessel right inside my house as we speak."
"Oh ho!" Luffy's mouth snapped wide, a massive grin breaking across his face as he pressed instantly, "Sabo... are his structural metrics perfectly stable right now?"
"About that..." The two giants traded an uneasy glance, their processing units failing to compile a smooth verbal response.
"What's the variable?" A wave of baseline anxiety rippled through the hearts of the vanguard. Had Sabo sustained a critical failure?
"Exactly what has happened to Sabo?!" Luffy executed an instantaneous vertical leap, planting his boots directly onto Kashi's massive shoulder before clamping his hands around the titan's colossal ear.
"Ow, ow, ow... decelerate the kinetic pressure, kid!" Kashi shrieked in sudden shock.
"Unseal the dataset immediately! Exactly what form has Sabo's condition assumed?!" Luffy demanded with frantic urgency.
"Well... I... he..."
"Spit out the data parameters already!" Luffy was completely pushed past his patience margins.
The corners of the alliance's mouths executed a collective twitch. Luffy's behavioral profile was far too reckless—casually weaponizing a giant's ear. Concurrently, their internal tactical models registered a sharp spike of genuine worry. Had Sabo truly suffered terminal trauma?...
"Ahem, relax, Luffy. Sabo's biological integrity should be perfectly intact. Analyze his Vivre Card—the fiber is currently perfectly whole," Drake suddenly stated, his tone carrying a measured calm.
Resting across his open palm was a completely unblemished, static slice of paper—Sabo's life fiber.
A Vivre Card wasn't restricted merely to mapping the directional tracking vectors of the target; it functioned as a live biometric indicator of their total life force. A perfectly pristine sheet verified that Sabo's survival metrics were completely clear of hazard windows.
A short timeline prior, their networks had mapped the paper aggressively igniting along the edges, throwing a severe scare into their command structure. Fortunately, before the damage could hit a terminal threshold, the card had gradually optimized and restored its parameters.
Luffy had evidently been driven by raw, fraternal impulse just now, completely purging that crucial asset from his active memory.
"Oh, right!" Luffy finally recalled the existence of the Vivre Card. Given that the paper was currently displaying a flawless state, how could his brother possibly be in danger?
"Hey! The pair of you are strictly forbidden from generating hollow scares! Break down Sabo's active status immediately!"
Oimo and Kashi exchanged another glance. After a brief pause, Kashi muttered softly, "Align your vector alongside our boots. The underlying reality will be unsealed once you cross the threshold."
"Huh?" Luffy tilted his head, his face a mask of total bewilderment.
Before long, the vanguard tracked Kashi's boots to arrive before a gargantuan timber structure, their processing units instantly identifying the building as Kashi's personal quarters.
A colossal wooden gate towered over their perimeter. Luffy's eyes locked onto the space directly behind the timber frame without a single fraction of movement; his high-level Observation Haki had mapped a powerful presence anchoring that interior zone.
An exceptionally deep presence.
"SABO!!" Luffy burst into an unbridled roar of laughter, hurtling through the opening like a breaking missile. His sensory array had definitively verified that the target asset was indeed resting inside.
The remaining members of the crew locked their absolute focus onto the unfolding threshold. Since Luffy had validated the signature, the probability of Sabo anchoring this coordinate sat at a flawless 100%.
Slowly, the massive wooden framework swung wide, and every eye anchored itself onto the silhouette gradually clearing the shadows.
To the baseline fighters of the Dragon Flag Pirates, they had yet to log a single personal encounter with Sabo. Across the annals of the sea, they had successfully crossed horizons with three of the Legendary Four Brothers.
And those three entities were all high-ranking pirates.
The most preposterous variable within the equation was the structural reality that all three had successfully crowned themselves as Emperors of the Sea across the New World hierarchy.
An existential miracle of that magnitude was fundamentally difficult for ordinary minds to rationalize. Who could have simulated a timeline where a group of young, unrefined upstarts could execute a massive vertical leap to capture the absolute zenith of global powerhouses—the Yonko?!
Concurrently, the final brother anchored the mantle of the absolute second-in-command of the global resistance—the Chief of Staff of the Revolutionary Army, Sabo!
Sabo's operational profile had been thoroughly unsealed for the entire global public.
His personal combat mass was actively being romanticized across the global press as a mythical, god-like force—single-handedly locking down two independent Marine Admirals simultaneously, vaulting his status into the absolute strongest tier on the planet.
After all, Marine Admirals represented the absolute peak of the Navy's military power.
Even an established Emperor historically refrained from engaging an absolute two-against-one disadvantage. During the Summit War of Marineford, the legendary Whitebeard had merely engaged the Admirals in a sequential, one-on-one progression, rather than anchoring a synchronized front against two simultaneously.
This specific performance metric had triggered an endless hurricane of strategic debates across the global intelligence networks. Certain think-tanks charted Sabo's active destructive output at a thoroughly mind-boggling level.
And their arguments were backed by concrete, verifiable field logs.
Consequently, even the high-level operators who possessed exact, first-hand data regarding the precise metrics of the clash were entirely incapable of altering the global narrative. Geopolitical media was a force that lay completely outside their sphere of regulation.
To summarize the situation through a single data point: Sabo's current reputation was far from trailing behind his Emperor brothers; rather, his momentum was displaying a powerful upward trajectory.
Evaluating this singular milestone, the entire planetary matrix was looking upon his name with absolute awe.
At this exact fraction of a microsecond, Mitian stood quietly amidst the ranks of the Dragon Flag vanguard.
Regarding the Revolutionary Army, her internal psychology harbored zero traces of primitive hatred. In fact, parsing certain historical archives detailing their campaigns occasionally forced her to experience a profound sense of genuine respect for their operations.
This wasn't driven by sentimental modifiers.
It was the objective reality that the Revolutionary Army had initialized its campaign from a position of absolute, crushing weakness. Yet rather than permitting their morale to fracture, they had pushed forward with unyielding, ironclad resolve, continuously optimizing their networks to broadcast their core philosophy.
Evaluating the socio-political blueprints engineered by the resistance, Mitian's intellect could mathematically locate zero structural flaws.
Even as an active duty Marine officer, there were brief intervals where her own worldview involuntarily gravitated toward the ultimate triumph of the resistance's core axioms.
A global paradigm where ordinary human lives could achieve unified peace and co-existence.
This specific metric was arguably the absolute, ultimate pursuit governing every single soul who truly yearned for absolute justice across this dark ocean.
They, too, desperately desired to unravel exactly what classification of reality qualified as true, unvarnished justice in this world.
Was the global regime's Navy the solitary repository of righteousness across this planet?
On this afternoon, looking upon the horizon of Elbaf, Mitian possessed a profound, absolute certainty within her soul: it was most definitely not!
The Navy was far from an absolute moral compass, and the Revolutionary Army undeniably commanded a vision that ordinary humanity should naturally yearn for. Even an analytical mind as grounded as her own was beginning to experience a subtle, irreversible shift in its baseline foundations.
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